Have you ever thought that you saw something, but when you took a second glance it was gone? Or you saw something that nobody else could, something you couldn’t explain? But even if you would have tried, people would think that you were crazy? I have, but it’s something you wouldn’t expect. Don’t worry I’m completely sane. You see . . . well . . . it’s . . . let me start from the beginning, it’ll make more since that way.

It was a typical Monday morning. I was sitting in a wooden desk, positioned closely to the teacher’s. Excitement and enthusiasm filled me, unlike my dulled classmates, who instead enjoyed writing notes, seeing who could make the best paper airplane or texting when they thought that the teacher wasn’t looking. You think that because they were now freshmen that they should have matured a little.

My hand was in its usual spot, the air, waiting for Mr. Squib to call on my answer to his latest question. Squib’s defiantly one man that you could never forget. It’s not just because of his . . . interesting character, but by his complexion. His body is composed as if he was a twig. His gangly arms are about twice the size of his legs, making it awkward when he tries to use them. They usually dangle free in the air. But his mud colored eyes, his usually neatly combed head, and his small, black mustache, do not compare to his most defined feature, an arched, parrot nose. You can hear it be the butt of a joke at least once a day during lunch. Or girls discussing dating tips for the batchler, before a boy comes and interrupts, daring one of them to kiss it.

“Danny,” Mr. Squib spoke with a sigh.

I smiled, “The literary author of The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet was none other then William Shakespeare.”

“Very good Mr. Phoenix. Thou not surprising.”

I shivered as those words left his lips. I thought only of my dad as Mr. Phoenix. I had confronted Squib of this problem several times, but he refused to listen to reason.

“Would someone else please explain the significance of this play.”

The others kept quiet, except for a bubble gum bubble popping, as my hand slowly inched its way into the air.

Sigh, “Mr. Phoenix.”

“Well, this play is not only significant in how Shakespeare was able to change the era of literacy, but it also contains a moral value that shows how if you let hate take control of your life, it will lead to the destruction of everything around you. Shakespeare did this by writing an example that does not just pertain to his time, but a subject that happens in our everyday lives as well.”

“Yes, thank you.”

I smiled at my victory.

A high squealing pitch rang, the bell dismissing us to our next class. Voices grew as my classmates assembled out the door.

“Don’t forget the test tomorrow,” Squib desperately tried to put in.

I took a glance of my jotted notes before shutting my blue notebook. I gathered my books in my arms and slang my dull green bag over my back before joining them. My mind reviewed the English lesson that Squib had given, making mental notes and forming questions to ask tomorrow.

I entered the colorful room of my drama class. Costumes from former plays were hung on the racks that circled the room. Masks of various designs hanged on the walls, starring at those who entered. However, the dominant glory of the room was the stage. It was a dwarf to the one in the auditorium, but it gave us something to practice our performing.

I quickly sat in my desk and waited for the next bell to ring. I tried to control my suspense by chewing on the plastic form of my pen. I moved the ink filled utensil with my tongue before stopping.

A girl entered the class. Her long, red hair waved in the air. Freckles colored her skin. A smile was spread across her face, as her hazel green eyes sparkled.

“Lisa,” I whispered to myself. I’ve had a crush on her since the beginning of the year. But, I’ve kind of been to shy to a . . . talk to her.

She took her place in a desk close beside me. I quickly averted my gaze before I could catch her attention.

The bell rang, causing various conversations to begin to cease. Mrs. Patrick walked on to the center stage, before beginning her lesson.

A pair of spectacles clanged to her rounded face, dulling her eyes. A pencil could be seen suspended in her golden, blonde hair. She looked as if she had just graduated from college, but her passion for drama was ages old.

“Settle, settle,” piped her squeaky voice. “As you know, today will be the last practice before we perform in front of the student body. That means that if you wish to pass my class, you all will buckle down and perform a good show. Now, will all you please dress in your costumes, and run through it as if you were actually performing in front of an audience.”

The noise level grew as people left their seats, and began to struggle as we pulled our costumes over our clothes. My legs felt uncomfortable from the Shakespearian tights over my jeans. My small shoulders looked ten times bigger from the cloth puffs that covered them. I slid black boots onto my feet, and lastly, placed a feathered hat apon my head.

I took my place behind stage as the recantation of Macbeth began. For you see, I was McDuffie. We practiced Scene 1 and 2 with heavy criticism, before skipping to the fight between McDuffie and Macbeth. Macbeth was played by none other then Robert Gibins. He was almost as serious and loved acting as much as I do.

I recited my lines fluently, before withdrawing my wooden sword. I slashed at Robert, he dodged my blow. We had worked weeks on the chorography to get the fight scene perfect.

We slashed and swished before his sword flew into the air. I was about to deliver my final blow before Mrs. Patrick gave a warning that the end of class nearing. I left the stage and dismantled my costume, before accumulating into the crowd of the hall.

I stumbled over my feet as I struggled to my locker. I slung my bag into the clattered mess, before withdrawing a crinkly, brown sack. I could already taste the treasures inside.

I walked down the hallway at my own steady pace, for I was not in a hurry. I tried to slide between people to avoid the numerous bodies from colliding with me.

The hall branched into two paths, causing my way to become less crowded. Most decided to take their chances with the cafeteria food or the delicacies of the vending machines then to bring something more edible from home.

I found a lone table in the corner of the gold and black room. I emptied the sack of its components. A tuna sandwich wrapped in plastic, two containers, one of salad, the other cottage cheese, a juice pack, and a Three Musketeers bar to top it off.

I first took the sandwich and listened to the plastic crackle as I freed it from its clear plastic prison. I brought it to my lips and enjoyed the first taste of my prize. The slimy goodness of the mayonnaise and fish filled my sense of taste. I slowly chewed the scrumptious food, swallowed, and took another.

The stillness of the room evaporated as more bodies filled it. I observed as each table was filled with groups of friends discussing about their weekend, plans for tonight, and various other subjects.

I sighed as I studied the empty chairs around me. Lowliness filled my heart. I finished my meal, (which didn’t take long from the lack of conversation), and threw my trash into the bin before departing to my next class.

I stopped as a putrid smell filled my nostrils. Laid about on the biology tables were the bodies of swine. My excitement grew. I forgot that Mr. Delbert had told us that we were dissecting today. Although, I wish they could have smelled better.

I sat on a stool and studied the unattended scalpel laying beside me. I was almost tempted to take the tool and transform it in the blink of an eye into a lightsaber, and use it to fight the Sith in a galaxy far, far away. I smiled as my imagination played out the scene.

I snapped to reality as my class mates began to enter. The boys began to laugh as they created jokes about the smell. Few of the girls joined them, but most complained and squealed.

I could see them race to snatch seats, before the one next to me would be the only one left. One by one was filled before the unlucky soul was found. Sara Whiteman sighed as she grudgly lifted her feet to come my way. Sniggers and giggles could be heard behind her. She sat before running her figures through her blonde hair. Her small face pretended to study the caucus, not wishing to make eye contact. Part of me wanted to talk to her, but knew that it would only add to her humiliation.

Mr. Delbert stepped in front of the class. I must have been to busy to hear the bell, for he began to deliver directions.

“Class,” he bellowed in a deep voice, as his heavy gut jiggled, “as you may have noticed from this,” laugh, “wonderful smell, our guests have arrived. Now, I know that you all have just had lunch, but I request that you do not pollute our friends as you learn about them.

Now, I have written on the board what I want you to look for. Remember, there might be a quiz on this tomorrow. If you do not know how to properly dissect your body, read the instructions that I have placed on your tables.”

I took a quick glance at the board before looking at my partner. Her face was cringed as she looked at the swine. I chuckled, wondering what she was thinking.

I grasped the scalpel in my hand and held it in front of her face.

“Would you like to do the honors,” I smiled.

“Ewe, no. You do it nerd.”

The words burned as they sliced me like a dagger. I’ve herd that word a lot, but it cut deeper each time I heard it.

I eyed the slayed beast before cunningly sliding the blade down the creature’s chest. I placed the metal back in its spot, before taking my hands and widened the wound.

I could see the fist sized heart comfortably located between the lungs. Sarah covered her mouth. Her skin began to inherit a green tint. She was controlling herself well, but when I opened the head, it was to much. She launched herself from her seat, and heaved her lunch outside the door.

Mr. Delbert took her hand and personally escorted her to the nurse. Leaving us alone probably wasn’t his best idea. An obnoxious, brown haired boy, Tyler, had extracted the bladder on his swine, and was dancing amongst the room, waving it in the air as a trophy. The room roared with laughter, and unnecessary noise.

In the foolishness, his foot had found a scalpel on the floor, causing him to slip. The bladder flew out of his hands and splattered against my face. The roaring turned to chaos as the fingers pointed in my direction.

I yanked the glasses off my newly formed red face, and tried to clean the waste on a small dry area of my shirt. The bell soon rang to save me from my misery. I rushed out of the room as quickly as I could.

My computer class stretched out. The fumes of the rotting organ intoxicated my nose. Giggles would sprout across the room as others looked at the torture that my last class had afflicted. I endured the hour, waiting for gym to come and give a chance to wash up. The pressure and tension grew until my savior sounded.

I rushed out of the room and ran through the hall into the boys locker-room. I exchanged my bag for a gray T-shirt, a pair of black shirts, and a white towel.

I ran around the lockers, pulling my shirt over my head. My jeans and boxers soon followed before stepping into the soap stained shower. I relaxed as the warm liquid rushed down my body.

Unfortunately, I could not enjoy the slice of heaven for long. I twisted the nozzle to stop the drizzling water. It didn’t take long for me to dress and stumble apon the football field.

The coach had not arrived yet, allowing to be relieved from an uncomfortable punishment. I began to stretch my limbs, along with my classmates. In a middle of a leg stretch my muscles gave out and my eyes widened Lisa had walked out of the girl’s locker room. Her form slowly moved across the field.

Unfortunately, my distraction gave the opportunity for a football to collide with my head. Pain clashed through my veins. I turned to see Tom Kuchen smiling, as his friends laughed and congratulated the X-football player on his latest victory.

A sharp, piercing screech rang through the air, alerting us to start our laps. I threw my body onto the track. My legs blurred the ground, for that was a gift that I possessed better then any of the others.

Time was lost as I ran. The class spun by before the final bell rang. Reality snapped back. I collected my bag and hopped onto my hunter green bike.